Forty Clicks Away

A Call Of Duty inspired fanfic(cover art pending)

Captain Price's fingers trembled as he slowly untied the many knots that kept Castila bound to the chair. Her knuckles were busted and bruised, and he was trying his hardest not to cause any more discomfort on her end. "You'll let me know if I make things worse, alright?" Price's words rumbled in her ears, keeping her distracted while his warmth from his hands helped her aching fingers. Price couldn't stop staring down at her broken fingers.

The way they looked crooked in places they weren't already broken told him that there were old wounds that were left untreated. Price began to wonder what else she didn't tell him. If he peeled back the layers of her military fatigues, would he see someone who was just as broken as her eyes told him they were?

"I've been awarded with worse treatment, Captain." Castila joked, but the quick glare she received from Gaz told her it was misplaced, but the white pain that shot from her fingers when her limbs were freed took her attention from whatever half-assed shame she could muster in the moment. But she could still feel his disdain filled eyes on her. But all she could do was stare down at her battered fingers.

I do not own any characters except Castila Romir.
Mature themes ahead, bdsm, exhibitionism, voyeurism, and more warnings will be added in the chapter if it's needed!
Trigger warnings for physical, mental, and psychological abuse and torture. This will be pretty close to military themes, and some are a bit exaggerated for the story sake.

Writing in third person omniscient ♡ or trying to.